Fifth Young Sir Qin was on the verge of screaming, his fear stemming from the prospect of hearing his name uttered by Guo'an.
The mere thought of such an occurrence filled him with a sense of impending doom, as if life itself was slipping away.
Observing his younger brother's distressed state, Eldest Young Sir promptly reached out and took hold of him. "Xiu, would you prefer to return first?"
But could Fifth Young Sir Qin muster the courage to move an inch?
/What if, as he stepped out, that deranged woman were to seize him halfway?/
His once-handsome visage had turned ashen, and his trembling hands rested on his knees beyond control.
Qiao Mu stole a quick glance at Fifth Young Sir and then swiftly retreated, hastening back to Madam Guo'an.
There, the woman clutched a palace maid's attire in a heartless, brutal grip, forcing the shuddering servant to the ground while straddling her…
